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than joining the rest of us in the Hamptons. Mostly I was annoyed and disappointed that my best friend and my fiance were staying behind, but part of me was excited at the idea of spending unchaperoned time with Marcus. Not that I wanted anything to happen. I just wanted a little intrigue.
    Sure enough, the intrigue bubbled up at The Talkhouse over part two of our little shot game, only this time it was without the Dexter safety net. I had a few too many, but managed not to get sick, black out, or become completely stupid. Still, I was unquestionably drunk. So was Marcus. We danced until two in the morning, when he, Claire, and I returned home. Claire put on her Lily Pulitzer pajamas and went straight to bed, but Marcus and I kept partying, first in the den and then in the backyard.
    It was all good fun—the teasing and the laughing. But then the boisterous put-downs gave way to playful slapping, which led to some wrestling around in the damp, cool grass. I remember yelling at Marcus to stop after he had tackled me under a tree. I told him that I was going to get stains all over my Chaiken white halter sundress. But I really didn’t want him to stop, and I think he knew this because he didn’t. Instead he pinned my arm behind my back, which I have to say is a huge turn-on. At least it was with Marcus. I could tell that he was turned on, too, because I felt him there on top of me. Which of course only turned me on more.
    At some point, it started to rain, but neither of us made a move for the house. Instead we stayed glued on top of each other, almost frozen in place. Then the laughing stopped. We weren’t even smiling, just staring at each other, our faces so close that our noses touched. After a long time like that, in sexual limbo, I tilted my head to the side and brushed my lips against his. Back and forth one time, lightly, innocently. I wanted him to kiss me first, but I had waited long enough. The brief seconds of contact were tellingly delicious. I could tell he thought so, too, but he pulled away and asked, “What’s going on here?”
    I found his lips again. This time it was a real kiss. I remember feeling completely alert, all my senses buzzing. “I’m kissing you,” I said.
    “Should you be doing that?” he asked, still on top of me, pressing slightly harder.
    “Probably not,” I said. “But here we are anyway.”
    I kissed him again, and this time he kissed me back. We made out for a long time with warm rain falling on us and thunder rumbling in the distance. I knew we were both thinking that we couldn’t, shouldn’t, do more than kiss, but we were both stalling to be sure.
    Calling the other’s bluff. He said stuff like We gotta stop , and This is nuts , and We can’t do this , and What if Claire busts us out here ? but neither of us changed course or even braked.
    Instead, I took firm hold of his hand and moved it up under my sundress. And he sure knew what to do after that. If there had been any doubt in my mind before as to Marcus’s expertise, I had no doubt anymore. He was just one of those guys. Dex might be handsome, I remember thinking, but he can’t do this. Not like this. And even if he did, it wouldn’t feel like this. And the thought that I’d never have with Dex what Marcus was offering me, made me whisper into his ear, “I wanna be with you.”
    “We can’t go there,” Marcus said, his hand still working between my legs.
    “Why not?”
    “You know why.”
    “But I want to.”
    “No, you don’t.”
    “I do. I’m sure I do,” I said.
    “Hell, no. We can’t.”
    But by then I was wriggling out of my thong and unfastening his jeans, reaching down into the warmth of his boxers, determined to make him breathe as hard as I was. We went through the whole high school charade of inching forward step by step, only delaying the inevitable. But the inevitable finally came. Right there under that tree in the pouring July rain.
    I’d like to say that I was thinking big,